Two Eyes Cenote víscera

bent to his task of imparting every bit of him into this place, soto misses the heartwarming exchange between son and mother.

scraping his paws to the snow, he turns around to see bushtit return to him, expression jovial as he spreads with more care this time. 

soto’s eye ranges approvingly over the boy’s physique. he has many years yet to mature, but the stock there is good: no doubt made sweeter by the Amazon’s contribution. 

and so very different in every way than the first life soto stirred into existence by his loins. 

he pushes the unwelcome thought deep, launching quickly atop a stone. bushtit’s muttering is scarcely heard as soto performs a visual sweep of the area. 

no one besides them. he lands with a grunt and motions for bushtit to follow. they’ve left enough of themselves here to signal this place is occupado; time for him and his son to get mrs. gimpy a meal.